That's too bad.
It was around in 1989 when I did my cross country motorcycle trip. On a whim I wanted to stop at an old friend's house in Mays Landing. I tried looking up his number, but the phone booth I was at had the phone book ripped out.
I yelled out something like "Why the hell is the phone book gone?" A random guy walking past turned his head and quipped, "Cuz you're in Joisey."
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